Q2T x Chappo x Fumez the Engineer - Plugged In Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Q2T] Culture City Boys in the building Plugged in with Fumez right now Straight off the plane you know we're working Voice is a bit fucked but yeah, we're here Two [Verse 1: Q2T] Bando boy I don't do no D's but I still might click this wap, trap Do it with pats and flats, passa on me, I can't lack (No) Do it still scrapin' up bowls and doing up road and buying up poles Everyone tellin' me that I might blow (True) I'm flying them O's I got a bird, buy it in bulk Running it up and I'm doing the most (Prr, prr) K still flying them whole I only see bro when he's coming to a show Or I'm in O with a pack of both (Bando) And them man talk 'bout drills (Hah) They ain't on smoke (No they ain't) They ain't on smoke [Verse 2: Chappo] Man just hit up bro-bro's phone Didn't stay for five figures easy (You know) Please believе me l, them man slack in the trap, that's neeky (Argh) See a tidal wavе get whipped in a pyrex bowl, that's yola sailing (Shh, shh) Drip-Drip when I sprinkle it from the tap man flake it (Argh) More time I get trap complacement Cah I have to bruck down a brick 'pon pavement One time took a trip to the 6 with six in the clip for the boy that beef me (Grr) Bro too tap one, hung out the ride so I swished that easy (Bow) European plug try talk 'bout drought, man's connected like BT [Verse 3: Q2T] Look, I ain't throwing no deuces so tell me who you're fightin' for (Who?) One phone call I can have four attack members, pop, slidin' doors (Bow-bow) It coulda been Bandz or Sav, or it's Starz and Bully (Bully) I'm in Killy latex and my hoody I fling it in S swervin' A boogie (Skrr) Look, Churches don't do talkin' if I see a opp, I ain't saying wagwarn (nah) LK's on chattins go tell the net how you got disarmed (True) You must be silly like it weren't me Why you text South Killy (Brr) If I step in the dance with CSB tugs We ain't doing no jiggy (Bow-bow) [Verse 4: Chappo] CSB take caution, we ain't gotta give out no final warning We got waps, big portion If bro shoot, then gang scoring Late night draws or early morning Might get round in a bruck down Vectra, last time we done it in a Astra (Argh) Run a man tryna see who's faster, trip up, man slaughter Could of been the 9 for the dots if SK, brang the spin 6 for the karma (Woo) None of them opps don't want no drama The nine try draw and got kara (Yeah) Crash corn, they don't come outside (Skrr) Nine boys get pressured like water Ching or trim like your local barber [Verse 5: Q2T] I don't wanna mention SK Cah them little boys round there look tired (Tired) They don't shoot like Pressplay I think them YG's need to get fired (Hah) Come to my block it's frying Corn still flying, birds still flying Like 'cause we're trying, the opps still dying Tell me I'm lying (Bow-bow) Don't trip when it pops Kai's in the pot love whipping a lot Care plus I'm sippin' a lot Got Gucci in my rizz I'm tripping a lot (Brr-brr) You must think that I'm taking the pot (True) Nah I mean taking the piss And you know if we get that drop Boom, CSB taking the bricks [Verse 6: Chappo] I don't really G-check age (Nah) More time if I sense that you've been involved Imma do that out full rage, brave Smack that yute, behave (Fuck that) We got all type of tings Got PR's, a dot-dots and twins (Bow-bow) Got a nine and a baby in (Bow-bow) Got rounds and rounds for the skorpion Bro-bro let that ring no ping More time the paigons ain't fly Cah the modern warfare on their block is a hazard Mind you'll get yourself splattered (Splattered) Daggered, like a girl up in the dance man hammered I put the bruck back inside the rucksack Cah you know it love beat like a badders (Bow-bow-bow) [Outro] Fumez the Engineer